I once was a soft child, and thought like one too. I played in the tall grasses like a dreamer, educated myself near the intelligent, worked hard as civic endeavour, and lost myself within society’s fall for elitist apathy.

As a child, I clung to the powerful, looking for an authority to direct my path, or a pack voice that would speak through me, to whisper the easiest ways to ascend in safe celebrated glory. But as I’ve aged, I see that a thinking human must make their own way, and choose well their enemies so they may protect those they love, the vulnerable, often abused and downcast.

For this system is of apathetic design,

And wages its greedy war against us,

Whether we acknowledge it or not.

All war is evil, and evil does it impart. But some have never fought in wars, for they've had nothing to fight for, always bending peacefully to higher powers, hoping it will spare their fearful soul or ascend them high to heaven. Allowing others die in battles to retain their glory safe at home. But I have lived through the trenches of this mental war, and watched my friends fall into its gore, seen depression take their breaths, watched as the wealthy strapped them up, or as a security state cast watchful eyes churning them to schizophren. And for all the honest love I tried offer, I could not cease the rolling guns that shot at their brains to stand before a train fast on tracks.

And now, upon these barren fields crushed low by such an engine, I search for the spirits that have departed its softest grasses. But no longer can I gently love as an artist while apathy blinds us cruelly. For apathetic power is what I battle with, having all its tools of superior intellect and manipulative networked control – and yet, honest love is what I aim for. But don’t read me as silently sulking for a wisp of celebrity divinity, when those who wrought this pain within me, continue their rot in heaven's richest glory, doing nothing or withholding betterment. I forgive not their vanity, I detest them their warring apathy, and I am a force of wrath upon their placating delicacy that has given rise to monsters.

So, how long shall I cry for the dead in these fields? And how many more innocent lives will drown in my debilitating tears? And if I keep thinking in a secure pack while wrestling to silence our better radical aims, than what other forces am I emboldening to seize control?

But I will calm for peace, when the good people unite to flow in honest love and break these elites unfeeling war from above. I did not start this, nor seek to become this, but this world they have created, which has created me also. And I'm old enough now to stand resolute before their terror, while I honestly love and protect the dignity of the everyday person.

And this I know as truth, it is my honest love for others that will save me from my rage at closing end,

That is why I wrote it first, so that I would always catch myself from falling into their apathetic traps.

But this day, do not ask me to not war, for elite bloodshed has battled upon this body for far too long,

And before God's eyes will I find my justice, marching step a humane army to end these terror reigns.